Howlers (Dramione 18+)

Part 13

Chapter 13° Living a fake life. 

Hermione felt like she would never wake up from this nightmare, would it ever end? As much as she dreamed of the silent ghosts of her past, she would wake up to a new nightmare every single morning, well what she assumed was morning, it was hard to tell. Today Draco's cock was already slipping between her folds when she woke, rutting her from behind like his life depended on it. It seemed to be his favorited position nowadays, perhaps he was feeling guilty and didn't want to look at her face, she was sure if she had a mirror, she would be snotty and teary-eyed with red blotches all over, she had basically been crying since she arrived here.

Her 'heat' had been going on for what she assumed was three to four days. He would wake her, fuck her, let her use the bathroom, feed her, wash her, and then fuck her some more until he was spent and had no more of his come to squeeze out of his knot. Little dialogue was exchanged between them during these times, besides the typical praises and degrading, oh and his opinions about her so-called non-existent 'fertility'. There were times Draco would get so pent up with rage he would excuse himself for hours at a time, only to come back with blood under his fingernails and a passive look that told her nothing of his future intentions.

Hermione prayed every moment of her wake that he was shooting blanks, God that would be absolutely priceless.

Hermione would never get used to the headache that was Draco Malfoy, the constant reminder of the throb of his cock as it fucked her or even the thud of his heartbeat when he pressed his sweaty body to hers. It reminded her he was still very much human and not a figment of her imagination she had created to torment herself. The pattern of his rapid pulse reminded her of her own, and she hated it. He was human, like her, apart from the obvious opposing gender and his infuriating personality, he was flesh and bone as was she, he had the same filthy lycanthropic gene she did.

Now I know what you're thinking, and keep in mind Hermione was NOT a prejudice, but when it came to werewolves, especially the untamed ones, well they were an obvious first choice for anyone with an ounce of hate in their heart. Yes, not all were bad of course, her professor Lupin wasn't all fangs and furballs, well besides the time he had tried to eat her and her friends during third year, other than that, she hadn't even given the beasts a second thought.

No Hermione was talking about pack wolves, the ones who had little humanity left within themselves, they shunned her and offered her no aid, they didn't even accept her into the pack after she was bitten. They did nothing but stare at her and watch her suffering like it was a new episode of a very interesting reality tv show, yet no one spoke up, why? Because their alpha was her mate, merlin forbid how they were fated for each other she would never know. Hermione wished there was a reason to justify Draco's actions.

God, she hated him. He and his wolf could go to hell, even if her furry subconscious tugged on her heartstrings every time, she wished death upon him.

Whatever.

Hermione didn't know why she couldn't physically hear her other lycanthropic subconscious, she barely even felt different. Sure, she was sprouting the obvious glowing hazel eyes and her already thick head of hair had thickened, her eyes also apparently worked like headlights in the dark, otherwise? She was still herself, and that was a relief.

Malfoy on the other hand was almost completely different to the boy she knew in school, he didn't look like himself or even act like himself anymore, he was much more beast than human if anything, she swore she saw his mask slip every now and then, but she always wondered, how did the heir of fortune and pureblood supremacist lower himself to a Halfbled life? From mansion to living in a cave and foraging for food to simply stay alive. Hell 3 years ago he would have laughed and spat in her face if she told him he was to bed her in future